alistair

seated on one of the golden chairs in his room, he sipped on a glass of wine he had poured earlier in the evening. a second glass of wine on a nearby tray remained untouched, its intended owner seated rather nervously in front of him. or at least, that was the expression he could read on dar's face. he had always been so inscrutable, but that made him all the more captivating; he always loved how unassuming he was.

his musical talents (and his sunny disposition) have made him a rather popular act to book for many of heaven's concerts. he was grateful for the opportunities afforded to him, not only because they pay him so handsomely that he can live an indulgent lifestyle, but because it was through one of his concerts that he met dar. while patrons usually flocked to greet him after a performance, he instead saw dar and another woman rush past him, almost pushing through the crowd to leave. he, however, caught dar looking at him with the smallest smile on his face, and he felt his heart flutter like never before.

now, here they were. he thought of nothing more appropriate to do than to bring out his harp and play dar a new piece he had been composing. as soon as his fingers strummed the harp's strings, dar's expression softened. dar closed his eyes and lost himself in the calming music he had grown to love deeply.